...the queen of Europe, the conqueress of the world. — The ' lone mother of dead empires,' " The Niohe of nations ! There she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe !" Time has been, that her senators were princes of the earth ; that pleading nations came to receive...

...transient gleam from the light of other days—a memory of the past— a dream of former triumphs. D2 ' The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe!' She silently appeals to every heart for sympathy, and awakens a chord of deep and tender feeling in...

...still—still—still were all these! still as death! CHAPTER IV. ROME. " Woe uuto us, not her; for she sleeps well." " The Niobe of nations'. there she stands, Childless...crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago. The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The...

...feet, as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations I there she stands, Childless and crownless, in the voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Sciplo's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers :...

...Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobc of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ;...

...world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, ( 1 ) Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; (2)...

...temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. 1ЛМХ. ield ! where man May gaze on ghastly trophies of the...blush for those who conquer'd on that plain ; Here wither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; б...

...Lone mother of dread empires, and control In their shut breasts their petty misery." » • » « " The Niobe of Nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless in her voiceless woe, An empty uni within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago." • * » " Dost ihou flow,...

...at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations! there she stands, Childless and erownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago; •The Scipio's tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless...

...trellis-work, and their windows and doors being always either square or circular.* THE CITY OF NANKING. ' There she stands Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe : An empty urn within her vrither'd hands, Whose holy dust was scatter'd long ago." BYRON. THE poet's apostrophe to fallen Rome...